The Curse - Mekons

Magic, fear and superstition

This is the Curse of the Mekons

You’ll be visited by our crew

It’s no joke I’m telling you

On our stone heads and leaky hearts

We’ll leave our mark to say we called

This is the blood of your buddy

That no science shall study

This is our truth that no man shall stop

This is the pain that hits the top

Never thought it could happen to you

Every trick cuts two ways too

Give me dark and give me greed

Give me power that I can hold

Buzzing wires it’s icy cold

You taught us well, now feel the dread

In your nerves in your beds

Coming down all round your heads

Crazy rags around our legs

In the dark we got the kid

Call it intuition call it luck

But we’re right in all that we distrust

Listen to our battle cry

Ai I YI YI